Adenium Halliwell

(March 05,1985 / Jakarta)

Ostara


Sssh... Listen!
Do you hear a soft whistle of the winds that carry a fresh air in your morning?
Do you hear a cheerful hustle of the birds' song that awaken the young king?
Here! Take my hands and we can dance until the tired old snow wet our feet.
Or we can sing the sacred fairy song, so those shy flowers may be rich and sweet.
Don't worry with the cold, you will miss it as soon as we light the spring feast's fire.
And soon the Great Mother will join us, as the fair Maiden plays with her lyre.
Have a beautiful spring, my beloved sisters.
May your Ostara be blessed and glitters.

(Jakarta, March 20,2011)

Submitted: Sunday, March 20, 2011
Edited: Sunday, March 20, 2011

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